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Maclean is a town on the Clarence River in New South Wales with a European history of cedar cutting and sugar cultivation.

An evening photo walk on the way to dinner, with sunset views of the river, revealed an eclectic mix of historic buildings, street banners and signage.  All images were taken with an iPhone 5 and worked using FX Photo Studio Pro.

Maclean - Old Wares

Maclean - Old Wares window

Maclean - historic homeMaclean - Woolitji HouseMaclean - AtlanticMaclean - Hollywood TheatreMaclean - Waterview MotelMaclean - Goldsmith HallMaclean - Old Grocery StoreMaclean - street bannerMaclean - Scottish heritage

I confess that sometimes Sentio posts serve purely personal purposes, like recording memories of a very pleasant day and/or playing with images made from photos I’ve taken.

We’re in the Central West of New South Wales staying with friends in Orange.  Today we visited Brangayne and Ross Hill cellar doors, drove up to the top of Mount Canobolas, and ended up with a most delightful lunch at Borrodell Vineyard.

I can recommend the Chardonnay, Riesling and Shiraz varieties in case you were wondering.

Can you tell that lunch was the highlight?

lunch - 24 Jan 2014 Brangayne wines Mount Canobolas view Mount Canobolas

purple rose

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on a day when a friend left us

There is comfort in routine.
Familiar repetition,
the reassuring deja-vu
of an ordinary activity.
It speaks
as if everything will be alright,
that this will always be here,
eternal,
building in the memory bank.
Yet it won’t. It really won’t.

Perhaps the so-called ordinary
calls for a response that sharpens senses,
as if to see and hear it for the very first time,
every time.

Yet seemingly repeated actions
are different every time.
They diverge from the norm
with nuances large enough for us to notice,
if we care to notice.

For instance:

when hanging out the washing,
soak in the sunshine’s warmth,
peg slowly, pay attention.

when pouring milk in coffee,
inhale the aroma,
dip your finger in the crema.

when waking to soft bird sounds,
differentiate them,
lie still and breathe the morning in.

This mortality of ours demands
sparklers and laughter,
not ennui and weariness;
mindfulness and regard,
not lethargy and indifference.

It feels as if it will always be here
yet it won’t, it really won’t.

It feels as if we will always be here
yet we won’t, we really won’t.

Lynn Buckler Walsh

It was a very short space of time between hearing a hearty chorus of kookaburra laughter in the backyard tree and racing out with camera at the ready for some regular bird shots.

I did not expect to see this poor skink breathe its last breath in the beak of this bird. These are not the sharpest pics I’ve ever taken, but they certainly capture the drama of the moment.

Kookaburra and skink 1

Kookaburra and skink 1 bKookaburra and skink 2Kookaburra and skink 3

I’m still catching up with some of the Hobart highlights from our Christmas-New Year break.

The Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery recently underwent an extensive redevelopment including the opening up the old Bond Store as a gallery.  This renovated space provides an atmospheric palette for a myriad of stories and objects relating to Tasmania’s natural and social history.

The stories of the first peoples of lutruwita (now known as Tasmania) are told in both the ningina tunapri gallery and the Parrawa, Parrawa! exhibit which includes stories of the 19th century invasion in the form of short dramatised films projected through the darkness onto the walls of the store.

The curators make good use of audio-visual material throughout the gallery including old lantern slides. The one included here points to one of the introduced European agricultural methods, honey bees.

TMAG - Old Bond Store

TMAG - Bond Store storemen graffitiTMAG - bee hive slide

One of the quirky objects is this re-created model of a wombat standing on its hind legs in a bear-like stance. The first taxidermist to work on a wombat lived in England and was unfamiliar with their four-legged stance, thus he stuffed it in more ways than one.

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Wombat taxidermy